Wandering

Stranger than fiction

Has become my diction

I prayed for creativity

When feeling friction creatively

Listened with my eyes 

Finding what hidden means

In my personality

I stayed where it's heavenly...

In curiousity..

Towards my personal reality  



Doing life's thinking under stress

Is like painting with one brush so rushed

The object is used so quickly to it's bitter end

How can you be objective and bitter in the end?

Doesn't make sense

Like trying to make peace when you want revenge 

Like trying to be free but value security till death

It's like running free

Forgetting there is no certainty

Asking myself what is security? 

A life of uncertainty is met certainly

Not all those who wander are lost 

A life on my terms is met with certainty

If that is my one job 


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